Chang Lingkong's eyes showed appreciation. Zhang Yang did have two brushes. On the surface, he lowered his posture, but in fact he was taking the initiative step by step, taking the initiative into his hands. When he said this, Zhao Yongfu couldn't say anything about the past.

Zhao Yongfu smiled and said, "Zhang Yang, this is a bit exaggerated. You are the secretary of the Binhai Municipal Party Committee. Of course, you must put the interests of Binhai first. As Taihong's leader, I also have to represent Taihong's interests. The reason why we had conflicts in the past was because we were all fighting for the interests of the groups we represented, rather than having personal grudges between us. In my eyes, you and my own children are no different. I will consider your invitation carefully."

Chang Lingkong smiled and said, "Everyone is dedicated to the public. If you close the door, it's a family. Come on, I'll have a drink with you."

The atmosphere of the dinner was quite harmonious. After drinking halfway, Zhao Yongfu even pulled Zhang Yang to his side to ask about the recent situation of Wen Guoquan and his wife, and acted like a generous elder.

After the dinner, Zhao Yongfu stayed at the government with a move. Zhao Guoqiang accompanied his father back to the room. Zhao Yongfu, who was originally smiling, suddenly became expressionless and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhao Guoqiang sat in the room, listening to the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, and his heart was quite uneasy. Many things between father and son were understood. Although his father was very calm and generous at night, this did not mean that his father had put down his hatred of Zhang Yang. This dinner tonight was probably going to make him unhappy.

Zhao Yongfu returned to the room in a bathrobe and saw that his son had made a cup of tea for him. His favorite Jin Junmei, Zhao Yongfu sat down on the sofa. He picked up the cigarettes on the coffee table, and Zhao Guoqiang quickly stepped forward to help him lit them.

Zhao Yongfu took a sip of cigarette and whispered: "Sit down!"

Zhao Guoqiang pulled a chair and sat down opposite his father, with his head hanging down, looking in panic. Although he was the majestic Beigang Public Security Bureau Director outside, he was always a child in front of his father.

Zhao Yongfu said: "The matter tonight was arranged by Chang Lingkong, right?"

Zhao Guoqiang nodded and said, "Dad, the city knows that the location of Taihong branch has not been decided, so I want to restart this matter. I hope you can reconsider the possibility of setting up a factory in Beigang."

Zhao Yongfu blew the ash and said, "What do you think?"

Zhao Guoqiang said: "Dad, in fact, the conditions in all aspects of Beigang are very suitable for your Taihong's requirements. Secretary Chang agreed that if Taihong can set up a factory in Beigang, you will be given the best conditions and policies."

Zhao Yongfu smiled indifferently and said, "There is nothing new, Xiang Cheng said so in the past."

Zhao Guoqiang said: "Dad, Secretary Chang said that this matter is still in business. Don't consider personal relationship issues. If you are not satisfied with the current situation in Beigang, don't worry about any human factors."

Zhao Yongfu said: "You and Zhang Yang have really become friends?"

Zhao Guoqiang said: "Dad, I know what you think, but I have thought about it carefully that there are many doubts about Guoliang's death."

Zhao Yongfu frowned. Whenever he mentioned his younger son, his heart felt as painful as a knife. He always favored his younger son more in the depths of his heart. This was not because he was biased, but because his eldest son Guoqiang was a young man and calm in his work made him feel at ease. However, Guoqiang was not good at speaking and would not please him like his younger son Guoliang. Moreover, his younger son was a business genius, and Zhao Yongfu always regarded him as his successor.

Zhao Guoqiang also knew that his brother's death was an eternal pain in his father's heart, so he rarely mentioned it on his own initiative and avoided this topic most of the time, but some questions were finally faced. Zhao Guoqiang said: "Dad, I know you don't want to mention this matter. Guoliang's death made your heart still bleeding until now. Am I not? I only have one younger brother, and I love him too."

Zhao Yongfu said: "I believe you love this brother, but I can't understand why you can still have a drink and talk with Zhang Yang. Do you really think that Guoliang's death has nothing to do with him?"

Zhao Guoqiang nodded, his eyes were brave and firm, and it took great courage to be honest about this matter in front of his father. He had never defended Zhang Yang, but he believed that now should be the time to clarify the matter.

Zhao Yongfu looked at his son in confusion. There was anger and disappointment in his eyes. He clenched his fists, as if a lion that would attack at any time, but in the end he still controlled his emotions. Zhao Yongfu said, "You go out!"

Zhao Guoqiang said: "Dad, calm down and give me a chance to speak."

Zhao Yongfu shook his head: "Get out!" He grabbed his son and poured him the cup of tea and threw it hard on the ground. Amid the sound of the pieces of porcelain, Zhao Yongfu stood up, carried his hands and walked towards the window, leaving his son with a stubborn and upright back.

Zhao Guoqiang said: "Zhang Yang did not kill Guoliang, and someone blamed him for that case."

Zhao Yongfu was unmoved and looked at the night outside the window, but his mood was as undulating as the sea. He felt that he was on the verge of an outbreak. He vowed that if his son dared to defend Zhang Yang again, he would not show any mercy and teach him a lesson like in the past.

Zhao Guoqiang said: "Have you ever thought that Guoliang's death had another reason? It's just that Zhang Yang happened to have a conflict with Guoliang at that time, so the real murderer took the opportunity to blame him!"

"Enough!" Zhao Yongfu roared, and he turned around and walked towards his son.

Zhao Guoqiang looked at his father meaninglessly: "I have checked over the years. Guoliang does have many enemies. He is young and frivolous, arrogant and offended many people. I investigated all those who are enemies with him, but did not find any of them suspected of killing him, so I began to investigate you!"

Zhao Yongfu came to his son again. He had raised his palm, but when he heard his son's words, his hand froze involuntarily in the air.

Zhao Guoqiang said: "I am a policeman. My professional knowledge tells me that any murder case has a motive. You have always adhered to the principle of harmony as a person, but I discovered something unusual. Xue Shilun was your best friend, but now you are strangers. I have never heard you mention him. He has been in China for so long and has never visited you. What happened between you? What exactly made your friendship cool down like this?"

Zhao Yongfu's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he whispered: "This has nothing to do with you!"

Zhao Guoqiang said: "A political storm occurred before Beigang. Municipal Party Secretary Xiang Cheng committed suicide. Xiang Cheng killed the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee Gong Qiwei before his death. On the same day, Beigang Municipal Public Security Bureau Director Yuan Xiaogong was killed in Dongjiang."

Zhao Yongfu looked at his son, his eyes no longer as angry as before.
Chapter completed!